Lyrics
I walked out on the open road
I chose to embark on a journey along the open road.
With the sound of a storm
The atmosphere is filled with the intensity of a storm.
I cried out for you
I called out for someone, possibly seeking comfort or connection.
But there she was, my enemy
To my surprise, I encountered my adversary in this situation.
Black and blue as me
Both the adversary and I are battered and bruised.
And we don't wanna be
We share a common desire not to be wanderers or outsiders anymore.
Gypsies anymore
Expressing the wish to move away from a nomadic or unsettled lifestyle.
Or maybe if we let it be
Alternatively, there's a contemplation of finding solace in conflict.
We'll find cold consolation in war
Suggesting that war might offer a cold form of comfort.
Now we go through vines hand in hand
Now, we navigate through challenges hand in hand.
No end to this land
There seems to be no limit to the vast expanse of our journey.
And we've got nothing better to do
We lack a clear purpose, with nothing more significant to pursue.
My fair little friend and me
Referring to a close companion, suggesting a sense of camaraderie.
We're sinister company
The companionship has a dark or malevolent quality.
And we don't wanna be
Expressing a desire to break away from the nomadic lifestyle.
Gypsies anymore
A repetition of the desire not to be wanderers anymore.
Or maybe if we let it be
Reiterating the contemplation of finding solace in conflict.
We'll find cold consolation in war
Repeating the suggestion that war might provide a form of comfort.
So sit down with your emptiness
Advising to confront and accept one's feelings of emptiness.
Don't try to fill it up
Cautioning against attempting to artificially fill the void.
Don't sell your soul for happiness
Warning against sacrificing one's integrity for the sake of happiness.
Don't drink from a broken cup
Advising against seeking solace from something damaged or unsustainable.
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